So in addition to the
frantic flurry of tweets on the way to the airport, if I had the access, further tweets would have sounded something like this:
Lady from Warsaw now calling me 'Magic Girl' after I explained the symbolisms on her Maori necklace. Now have the blessings of God and Buddha.
Taking longer to find where to get my rail pass than to go through immigration. Counter #5 is the lucky charm!
I'm sitting across from a blond, French version of Janine from Ghostbusters on the Tube.
Swear the Tube announcer lady is pronouncing 'Upminister' as 'Up N' Stuff'.
Stepped out of Whitechapel Station and into a Bangladesh Market. Awesome!
Hee hee. They have a full sized poodle at the B&B. Utter sweetie. Like it here!
I'm a block away from London Hospital! Dude, building looks like its got either a space probe or a giant amoeba in it. Photos later.